Mysterious Recovery

Ghost street.

The strange shops were gradually closing down, but when they were about to leave, Yang Jian actually saw a living person on this street, which could be considered a living person.

He tried to call the man in front of him.

But it's useless.

The person in front continued to move forward as if he hadn't heard him, and would soon leave the street completely.

"No response? So this person didn't stray into this place like me, but was originally a person on this ghost street, or a frequent visitor here." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.

He walked quickly and followed.

The man with old style and tall back still walked forward on his own, still showing no response to Yang Jian's rapid approach.

"If this is the case, then try it out. If you are lucky, I can find out some secrets about the ancient town of Ping An from him."

At this moment, Yang Jian changed his previous cautious style.

He looked at his cold and black palm, then stopped, and slowly stretched out towards the man's back.

At this distance, his hand cannot touch the man.

However.

This is not an ordinary palm, but the palm of a ghost, possessing terrifying spiritual power.

With the appearance of the ghost hand.

On the street in front of the ground, the palms of the cold and black began to protrude. These palms are densely covered on the ground, and the scalp is numb.

The palm of his hand swayed and twisted like weeds in the wind, trying to catch someone approaching from his side.

Once caught by such a palm, even one, ordinary people are enough to kill, even if it is a real ghost, the ghost hand can also play a considerable suppressing role, because now Yang Jian's ghost hand also has a suppressing ghost. Quota.

At this moment, all the ghost hands stretched out towards the man.

But the man's walking speed did not slow down, ignoring the strange black palms on the ground in front of him.

"Want to step on it?" Yang Jian's face sank without reservation.

The attack of the ghost hand appeared.

Although the black and cold palms on the ground were stiff, they acted like neural reflexes, and suddenly grabbed one of the man's legs.

Once touched.

The ghost hand's ability to suppress the supernatural will be brought into play, and even the current top ghost wielder cannot completely ignore the ghost hand's attack.

The effect appeared.

The man's feet seemed to be tripped, and instantly froze in place, his tall body staggered, almost falling over.

But that's it.

The effect of the ghost hand was over, and he couldn't cause any further harm to the man.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jian's expression became serious.

A ghost hand that is enough to suppress a powerful ghost outside can only trip the opponent here. It is conceivable that the opponent is not only a special person with spiritual power, but also a very powerful character.

"Can you have a chat?" Yang Jian said.

The man still didn't turn around, still turned his back to Yang Jian, and only gave him a back view.

"Are you not going to speak, or can't you speak? If you can, don’t mind turning around and exchanging a few words. I’m not from Taiping Ancient Town. I’m the person in charge who came here to investigate the Ghost Lake incident and handle all kinds of things outside. Extraordinary incident." Yang Jian reported to his family and said his purpose.

But the man in front still didn't speak, he stood motionless.

Seeing this situation, Yang Jian frowned.

Since this person does not intend to speak, then simply look at the person's appearance face to face to determine the person's identity.

Immediately.

He quickly came to the man's side.

Just by approaching, Yang Jian felt the abnormally cold aura emanating from the man's body, and this feeling made people aware of something wrong.

He walked a few steps aside, and pulled a little distance away.

Only then did Yang Jian clearly see the man's true face. This man had no face.

Yes.

There is no outline of the facial features, only a smooth skin.

ghost?

Yang Jian immediately backed away a few steps, and the hatchet in his hand was about to chop and chop it subconsciously, dismembering the ghost in front of him.

But an action of the man in front of him caused Yang Jian to stop.

The man raised a hand and gestured to Yang Jian, with the intention of letting him stop.

"It's not a ghost, it's a human being. He has his own consciousness."

But Yang Jian suddenly stopped the hatchet in his hand, his expression dignified, his face was not shocked, just a little surprised.

Because the appearance of this man reminded him of the ghost who used to hold that old blood-stained newspaper. The ghost likes to remove the face of a living person, making people lose their face and becoming a faceless person.

Could it be said that this person is a survivor of a previous spiritual attack?

"You can hear what I said, but because of the lack of facial features, you can't see or speak, and you don't want me to see your face, right?" Yang Jian said.

The man still didn't speak, but just nodded slightly.

"Who are you? You don't look like a ghost master outside. What are you doing here?" Yang Jian continued to ask: "If you can't tell, you can write about it, and we can communicate."

The man's face without facial features turned towards Yang Jian and fell into silence.

He doesn't seem to want to communicate, and there seems to be a gap between the two people, and he doesn't want to reveal too much.

But after a while, he stretched out his hand and gestured in the air.

With his fingers writing in the air, Yang Jian's ghostly eyes peeped, paying attention to the traces of the person's fingers, and gradually formed a line of words: I'm looking for a face.

"You are looking for a face here, where is your original face?" Yang Jian asked again.

The man did not answer, he seemed to reject Yang Jian's question.

Seeing his silence, Yang Jian said, "What is your name."

"Faceless man." The man continued to move his finger in the air and wrote three words.

Faceless person?

This should be a code name, not a real name.

Yang Jian didn't ask further. It was very common to use code names in the supernatural circle, in order to hide the identity and prevent the supernatural from getting involved with people around him.

"Have you found your face?"

"It's here." The man continued to respond.

it?

Refers to the man's face.

It's here, which means that this man's face must have appeared on this ghost street, but he hasn't found it yet, so he finished shopping this time and left with regret.

"On the whole street, the only thing that matches the face is the mask that appeared in the stall before. He wouldn't be looking for one or two sentences." Yang Jian's heart was stunned, and he glanced back slightly.

The stall selling masks is no longer there.

If so, this faceless person should look for a weird mask as his face.

"Where are you from, a resident of Taiping Town? Or a person outside the spiritual circle?" Yang Jian said again.

But at this time, the faceless man stretched out and wrote this sentence: "It's too late today, I'm leaving."

Did not answer Yang Jian's next question.

After the faceless man wrote this sentence, he continued to walk forward with his hand. The ghost hands under his feet were like weeds on the side of the road. Although he could trip his feet, there was no way to make the faceless man completely Stopped, the reason why he stopped just now was not because the ghost hand suppression worked, but because he wanted to stop.

"Unless a strong move cuts off his head, and then uses ghosts to invade his memory in order to obtain enough information, otherwise there is no useful information to ask." Yang Jian's eyes flickered.

Thinking about whether to do it.

This person is very strange and weird, but there is no intersection with Yang, no conflict, no hostility.

Otherwise, the two people who just tried to shoot have already started fighting.

After a brief thought, Yang Jian did not choose to do it.

He is not the kind of person who takes the initiative to provoke right and wrong. Since the other party has given him face and has not expanded the conflict, then he will not sneak attack behind it for the so-called intelligence.

After all, young people have to speak martial arts.

Although he didn't plan to do it, Yang Jian quickly followed him, wanting to see where the man was going.

Two people left the street one after another.

However, a strange scene happened.

Yang Jian stood alone in the ancient town of Taiping Town, with newly installed street lights on the left and right, emitting light and illuminating the surrounding darkness.

The faceless man was gone.

Even if it was peeping through ghost eyes, there was no trace of the faceless man.

The faceless man left the street, but did not appear in Taiping Ancient Town.

"Is this ghost street similar to the ghost post office, but the same road appears in a different place?" Yang Jian guessed like this in his heart, and he looked at the paper boat in his hand.

Something is still there.

It is true.

But the street behind him has disappeared. The existence of this paper boat proves that everything that happened just now is real, not an illusion, nor a spiritual event.

"Since the person is gone, then forget it, there is no need to entangle so much."

"It's just that the mysterious faceless person needs to buy things on this ancient street, so it is enough to prove that the things on the ancient street must be extraordinary. If so, then what is the purpose of this paper boat in my hand? ? I don't feel that this paper boat is a supernatural object, it's just like an ordinary thing."

Yang Jian then withdrew all his thoughts and focused on the paper boat he bought.

This thing cost him three yuan.

And the paper boat from that weird paper-making shop is probably unusual. Although it may seem ordinary, it is definitely not ordinary.

I just didn't discover the secret.

"Yang Jian, are you back? Can you show me what is in your hand?"

Suddenly, an abrupt voice appeared, but he saw Liu San walking out of an alley next to him. He stared at the paper boat in Yang Jian's hand, seemingly curious.

"No." Yang Jian immediately refused.

Liu Sandao: "This should be something you got from that ancient street, a paper boat? It seems to be burned to the dead. I have a certain research on the spirituality in this area. Maybe I can help you."

He has been wandering around, waiting for when Yang Jian will return, so he guessed something.

"There is a paper shop in the ancient street. If you want to study, go to it yourself." Yang Jian said calmly.

Liu San had no paper money in his hands. No one knew what would happen to that paper shop, but he didn't say anything.

There is no need to share this kind of information.

After all, he was not very relieved of Liu San.

"Zhazhi shop? So you got this thing from that Zhazhi shop. Is there a boss in the Zhazhi shop?" Liu San was still very interested and eagerly asked.

Yang Jian said: "All kinds of paper people, no living people, panicked, you will know if you go to see, oh, yes, there is no way to invade into that ancient street without a strong enough ghost domain, and At this point in time, the old street has been proofed, and it is closed for business."

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Liu San looked at Yang Jian: "I understand, although you have concealed something, your information is very important to me, thank you."

"You're welcome, everyone is a colleague. I will give some moral help, but it won't work if it is too much." Yang Jian didn't care about revealing something.

"You are right, I was reckless just now, but during the time you left, I found a weird place, a place full of spirits but with living people." Liu San turned away from the subject and said instead. .

Yang Jian said: "It looks like you have already gone to investigate, what is the result?"

"Not so good, one of my paper people was killed." Liu San said: "The man stationed there is a top ghost master. Maybe you can deal with him."

"You want to ask me for help?" Yang Jian said.

"No, just work together to investigate the situation." Liu San said, "You can refuse."

Yang Jian said, "Is that the ancestral hall?"

Although he just stood there, the scarlet ghost eyes were particularly eye-catching at night.

"You already knew it?" Liu San hesitated.

Yang Jian said: "I can see that there is a problem at a glance, but I am not interested in that place. The ancestral halls that dare to appear in Taiping Ancient Town are ordinary or terrible. Now it seems that the situation is the second kind, so I I chose the ancient street instead of the ancestral hall."

"It looks like I'm going to be a little stupid." Liu San said.

"Don't say that, you have a lot of life, it is more suitable to go to some dangerous places to investigate, but you don't even dare to set foot in the ancestral hall I am a little interested to see, maybe I can say hello to the people there."

Yang Jian thought for a while, and decided to go with Liu San.

Not to die.

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"Aren't you afraid of accidents?" Liu San said suspiciously, "This is not like your style."

"I also want to ask what this thing is." Yang Jian shook the paper boat in his hand.

"Give me a study, I can give you an answer." Liu Sandao.

Yang Jian smiled: "You, I'm credible, you have too many paper people, who knows who you really are in reality? It's okay to be a friend, if it's an enemy, you have to be a little scrupulous, hope You can understand."

He didn't make a roundabout, and spoke his thoughts in person.

There is no need to scrupulously and care so much.

Liu San didn't say much anymore.

Because he really is not called Liu San.